By Brian Merchant

Cut Off Your Hands have stumbled upon something remarkable: if you take the New Wave sensibilities of the Cure and the propulsive rhythmic attack of Gang of Four, put them together into one upbeat, dance-happy stew, you get . . . precisely the same shit that every indie dance rock band has been making for the last eight years. I mean, maybe we should cut them a break since they're from way down in New Zealand, but this is some seriously generic stuff. Cliched lyrics, unimaginative synth lines - Cut Off Your Hands make the Black Kids seem like revolutionary innovators. Bottom Line: If you are the most diehard fan of dancy, upbeat indie rock ever, and have already listened to every single other album the genre ever produced, this album might not bore you. But it probably still will.